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Bibliotheken sind die Verkörperung der zivilisierten Gesellschaft. Sie sind die Herberge egalitären Zugangs zu Wissen. Das ist es, was uns von den Affen trennt.

Libraries represent the very best of civilized society, the housing of an egalitarian access to knowledge. It's what separates us from the apes.

Weißt du, Babys merken, wenn es nicht von Herzen kommt.

You know, babies can tell when your heart's not in it.

Ich, ein Junge und seine Mutter, die normalerweise super ist, aber gelegentlich Leute mit ihren bloßen Händen ermordet. Was kann da schon schief gehen?

Me, a boy and his mom, who is usually great but occasionally murders people with her bare hands. What could go wrong?

Joe: "Uns wurde gesagt, es wird ein Mädchen."
Krankenschwester: "Oh, wahrscheinlich hat er sich geniert und sein bestes Stück versteckt.."

Joe: "We were told it would be a girl."
Nurse: "Oh, probably just shy. Kept the goods hidden."

Es gibt einen Teil meines alten Ichs, den ich nicht ganz abschütteln kann. Ich glaube noch immer an die Eine. Daran, dass da draußen für mich die Richtige ist.

There's one part of the old me I can't quite shake. I still believe in The One. That the right person is out there for me.

Mein Leben hat keine Richtung, kein Ziel, keine Bedeutung. Und doch bin ich glücklich. Ich verstehe nicht wieso - was mache ich richtig?

My life has no direction, no aim, no meaning. And yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out - what am I doing right?

Alles, was du wirklich brauchst ist Liebe, aber ein bisschen Schokolade hin und wieder tut auch nicht weh.

All you really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.

Everyone has a friend during each stage of life. But only the lucky ones have the same friend in all stages of life.

Glück ist eine Beilage von Pommes Frites.

Happiness is a side-dish of french fries.

Meine Bestimmung? Weißt du, jetzt wo ich darüber nachdenke... wollte ich immer schon ein Bäcker werden.

My profession? You know, now that I think of it... I always wanted to be a baker.

Ich mag meine Feinde auf zwei Arten, tot oder kurz davor.

I like my enemies two ways, dead or about to be.

How many times must I die before I learn to live?

I am no more than a soldier, and no less.

Heavier than my spear is the weight of only one life.

If they bleed I will call them sister or brother.

Kayn. Either the weapon is redundant, or you are.

Death is the only thing that ever embraced me.

The stars are beyond my reach, and so I grasp my spear and take aim.

It is not why I fight, but who I fight for.

Because we fall, the climb must be our destination.

We bleed into the same earth, and bleed we must.

Shields defend hearts. Both yours, and those beside you.

The art of war is hearing your heart beating, knowing you are alive.

Pressing forward is not the same as running from your mistakes.

The heavens do not fear me because I am a god, they fear me because I am a man!

I fight until the blood takes the spear from my grasp, until I can only crawl. And even then, you will not defeat me, even then, I will spit in your face!

Battle is a dance, and the fortunate find their partner.

Flee, and the spear will find your back.

How much further could we march if we were not forced to carry our fears on our backs?

Ich habe kein Gehirn und ihr bald auch nicht mehr.

I haven't got a brain and soon neither will you.

Hope you weren't planning to die of natural causes.

Everyone's a hero... till you shoot off a leg or two.

Go ahead! I like moving targets.

I ain't got time to bleed.

This calls for the ol' double-barreled "hello".

Wenn Licht so schnell ist, wieso hat es dann noch nie einen Ninja eingeholt?

If light travels so fast, how come it's never caught a ninja?

Schon wieder eine Klinge verloren? Ich frage mich, worin sie dieses mal steckt.

Ah, I lost another blade. I wonder who it's in this time.

There are no enemies, no allies. Only those about to die.

The scarecrow took them all. Nobody left. But me.

I think I'll let you suffer for a while...

See? It's just a scarecrow.

They haven't come back from the fields. It's been three days.

Fiddlesticks is just a fable. A story to scare children.

High above the rotten rows. Cloth and metal. Teeth and crows.

Your bidding, master!

I've got no time for games.

You're already dead, you just haven't caught up yet.

The worst part of losing a blade is trying to trace back all my stabbings.

Eventually, my blades will find their way into your heart.

Live and die by the blade.